A frustrated sound, Rae yanking her shirt down, which only drew his attention to her nipples pebbling beneath the fabric.
Fuck’s sake.
“You’re impossible,” she grunted, thankfully not noticing his attention dip.
“And you’re a Rae of fucking sunshine. Now, where are we going?” At her frown, he continued. “We’ve just been attacked by not one, but two assassins –”
“Contractors.”
“Contractors,” Titus growled in correction. “Which means whatever timeframe you thought you had has already run out. So we’re going right to the source.”
“The source?” Rae asked, hand reaching down to grip her seat.
“That’s right sweetheart, you’re taking me straight to the fucking guild.”
Chapter13
Rae
“Yeah, no.” Rae wasn’t taking him back to the guild. No way in hell. It just wasn’t happening.
She scratched harder against her stomach, the itching driving her mad. Her skin was becoming sore, but still she couldn’t stop, the urge to scratch growing stronger, the area expanding until her side and part of her back crawled too.
“We don’t really have a choice,” Titus said in his voice like fucking silk.
“The guild isn’t an option.”What the fuck is wrong with my skin?“I can’t take you there.”
Titus reached over his shoulder, gripping his t-shirt in one hand, and pulling it off over his head and shoulders in one, slick move. “Here.” He shook out his shirt, white powder jumping off to land on the floor.
Rae bared her teeth at him instead. It wasn’t a dignified response, and nothing like the curse she wanted to shout. But the itchiness was starting to really override all her sane thoughts. If she’d been given the option to peel her skin off with a knife, she’d likely have accepted it right at that moment.
“Stop being stubborn and take the fucking t-shirt. It won’t be so tight on your skin.” Titus shoved the fabric across the aisle separating them. “That Vamp was covered in the powder, which transferred to you when he –”
“Grabbed me. Yeah, yeah.” She eyed the t-shirt like it was a venomous snake. It wasn’t lost on her that it was the same bloody t-shirt that he’d thrown a hissy fit at earlier. “Why aren’t you itching?”
Titus shrugged, drawing her eyes across his damn shoulders. “I didn’t hug a vampire assassin.”
“Contractor,” Rae growled, but from the twitch of his upper lip she was sure he said it to tease her.
No!Of course stick in the mud Titus wasn’t teasing her. He didn’t have the emotional spectrum. He knew bland indifference, and calm fury that he hid behind a façade of that bloody bland indifference. Nothing in-between, and especially not desire that she’d sworn had been on his face when she’d stood naked before him. The single look had hardened her nipples, thighs clenching in anticipation. Except she was going mad, because no way would Titus find the woman who’d tried to kill him attractive. The same woman who’d locked a metal cuff around his wrist, chaining him to her because she still needed to kill him.
It’s just stress,she reminded herself. Stress and a sexy fucking man who was watching her like she’d lost it.
Fuck.How long had she been silent? Staring at his wide shoulders?
“You can’t walk around shirtless,” she said through clenched teeth, voice huskier than she would’ve liked. “You’re going to draw attention.”
“Rae…” A warning.
“Fine,” she grumbled, unable to take the itching any longer. She grabbed at his t-shirt, hoping he read the irritation in her expression. “Close your eyes.”
“Why?” His brow arched, eyes darkening with impatience. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.” His gaze dipped, and heat curled low in her stomach, her nipples reacting to the attention like the traitors they were. “Not much to get excited over.”
“I swear to fucking God,” she muttered. “Just close your eyes, or I’ll throw the itchy powder in your face.”
A shadow of a smile, but he turned to face the front of the train. “I’ll keep a look out.”
Knowing she wasn’t going to get anything better, she hid herself behind the chairs, carefully removing her powder covered t-shirt, and replacing it with his. The itching didn’t stop, but it did ease a fraction, allowing her to think straight.
